Although the sarcastic (but true) response is "did you really think I'd die".
It all went without a hitch, as much as surgeries can. I have five small entry wounds in me versus one large incision, and best part is, no stitches! I did find out that me and IVs don't get along very well, as I had two put in me but with six total punctures. Yaay.
Wednesday was the clear liquid diet day. It was predictably awful. I do advise, if any of you have to go on one, to stock up on a variety of soup broths. I only had chicken, which was fine, but I didn't eat (drink) it until the late afternoon/evening -but it was the most satisfying thing I had. I do know that I am out of eating Jell-O for a while, having consumed a box and a half of it.
I didn't eat at all yesterday. Water, ice chips, and 7-Up comprised my diet. I totally had food delivered to my room - clear liquids again. Ate some soup broth. Threw it back up. Fun stuff like that.
I see this post is just going to be talking about food rather than the surgery. Oh well.
Today I woke up and was told I could have solid food OH THANK THE LORD. French toast, Chex, and applesauce were on my menu, and I tore through that french toast like nobody's business. And the Chex. The applesauce got the short end of the stick and only got about half-consumed. Was discharged around noon, came home, slept, took some pain meds, ate eggs and toast, and then had tacos for dinner. Oh man. Those tacos. So...great.
Right. Anyway. Surgery happened, recovery was mostly me sleeping and getting really good at unhooking the anti-blood clot leg cuffs in order to go to the bathroom, and unwittingly telling about half the hospital staff that I'm a recent college graduate who majored in illustration and minored in English. Now that I'm home, I can enjoy satellite TV and good internet. And doggies.
